For a while when I was young in the time between after I gained my intellect and before now, I was depressed. Because I learned enough to believe that truth was important. But began to doubt the truths I had from before.

See, before I was just a physical young boy and went with my instincts. As I learned, sometimes a thought overwhelmed my instinct. The only trouble was that there were so many thoughts, all of which did not agree with each other. At least my instincts were consistent.

So before I learned, I was happy. And after, I was troubled. But now, I have found consistency in some thoughts, like love and balance, and I am happy again. So that now I feel the same sureness of my boyhood.